Cunnilingus
There comes a plaintive cry...
‘Please Becky, it’s so cold.’
‘Until you learn to become soft for me when I instruct, it’s the only way to get your p***s back into its cage, Jackie.’
The sound of Jackie’s whimpers are joined by the rattle of metal and the click of a lock. Apparently, in departing for more Cognac, Becky has returned with the requisite ice, needed to bring flaccidity to an appendage of otherwise considerable size.
Having seen the enormity, it is difficult to imagine the level of tightness Jackie must constantly endure. He feels a woman’s controlling hand throughout the day and night.
Hands to my right arm and left guide me from the podium coffee table, ending my ignominious display. Feet to the floor, both Jackie and Becky carefully instruct, having me sit a
